rough violins
echo in the rain
a treacherous bass
marches behind
a big crescendo
and then a dip
a subtle muted end
to a masterpiece
YOU ARE READING
Words Floating In The Wind
Poetrythe verses that never made it. the floating thoughts of the author in a way not yet revealed. stay tuned for these thoughts
high strung
rough violins
echo in the rain
a treacherous bass
marches behind
a big crescendo
and then a dip
a subtle muted end
to a masterpiece
